It was rare to see Pan Hechen being so docile. Mo Ji sighed and thought: The world of girls is so simple.

There were many bumps along the way, and when we returned to Poguan, the old man had already gone to sleep.

Originally, Moji wanted to sleep with Lao Dao and let Xiao Nizi sleep on his bed. But Lao Dao had already gone to bed, so it was not easy to disturb him and wake him up.

Mo Ji looked at Pan Hechen and asked with a smile: "Good sister, where are you sleeping?"

Pan Hechen hadn't woken up from the previous state, so he replied casually: "I'll sleep wherever you sleep."

When Moji heard this, he looked at her in surprise and thought: It seems that this speed is too fast.

At this point, Pan Hechen calmed down and looked at Moji's big eyes. He knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he had to make the same mistake again and again, with a straight face and murderous eyes: "What are you looking at? I'm sleeping on this side.

You sleep on that end. Be careful when you sleep at night, or I will catch you again." After saying this, he made a strong grabbing motion.

When Mo Ji heard this, a chill rose from his forehead, and he quickly covered his crotch with his hand.

Moji's movements were quite agile and accurate, and looked very funny. Pan Hechen, who deliberately kept a straight face, couldn't help but smile. Moji was intoxicated by all the charm and charm.

Moji smiled "hehe" and thought: Xiao Nizi is too rude, this joke must be too big.

The two of them took off their outer layer of clothes, turned off the lights and went to sleep separately. They shared a medium-sized single bed with a quilt. Their bodies touched each other from time to time, and then moved away in a panic.

I tossed and turned like this for a long time and still couldn't fall asleep.

"Hey, little rascal, you haven't told me yet, what did you and Widow Tian do this afternoon?" Since he couldn't sleep, Pan Hechen brought up old things again and wanted to know what happened.

It would be better if he didn't ask. When he asked, Moji remembered the scene of the two Hotan widows making clouds and rain in the mountains. The little brother under him woke up again, like the east wind - 21d missile, pointing straight into the sky majestically.

He muttered angrily: "Nothing done."

In the late night at Eagle Ridge, the chill was overwhelming. Pan and Chen huddled in the quilt and turned over, with their front bodies facing each other. When Moji muttered, it was when she turned over that a rustling sound came out, so there was no

Listen clearly.

She propped up her body with one of her lower elbows, and stretched her other hand forward casually. Just when she was about to speak, she realized that one of her hands touched something hard, and she instinctively grasped it with a little force.

I was surprised: I seemed to have seen this feeling somewhere before. It was thick, hot, like an iron pestle, or a golden hoop. I tried hard to search for this familiar feeling in my memory. Suddenly I remembered this morning.

The situation is no wonder it is so strange and new.

Although she vaguely knew a little bit, she still didn't know what it was. She couldn't help being curious, and the hand holding the iron pestle stroked back and forth in the direction, wanting to feel it first.

The true face of Panlu Mountain. Unexpectedly, after she stroked it back and forth a few times, the iron pestle seemed to suddenly enlarge a lot and became more steaming. Pan and Chen felt even more interesting and thought: The little gangster still has this thing.

Ah, do you know that you are getting thicker and have a fever? You want to know how powerful this iron pestle of the little gangster is, so you stroke it back and forth one after another. What a genius girl. No matter who sees this scene, she will feel ashamed. She has no teacher.

The self-taught man started shooting for Moji!!!

When Moji first held little Moji in her hand, she was still worried about whether Pan Hechen would pinch his little brother as hard as he did that morning? Just as she was about to give a warning, but before the words came out, she felt that

A soft little hand held his little brother and moved it back and forth, as if measuring its size and length. Although he was raw and had no skills, little Moji was still stimulated by the stimulation, and his whole body became hot and quickly thickened and enlarged.

I thought Pan Hechen would know about this thing by now, but after waiting for a while, she actually started a new round of masturbation action. This time the scope was much expanded, from Moji's head to Moji's head.

At the base, the movements were more coordinated, the intensity, speed and speed were moderate. Moji felt so comfortable that he wanted to cry out. He thought to himself: She is such a smart girl. It would be a waste of money not to put her in prison!!!

As if he felt that the touch was not satisfying due to the layer of fabric, Pan Hechen's delicate hand reached directly into the yurt. Crossing the messy thatch grass, he grasped the hot golden hoop with his little hand.

She thought to herself: Wow, this little gangster's penis feels more powerful, more powerful and hot when held like this. She was very curious about the smooth black penis on the golden cudgel. It felt smooth and soft to the touch, and she couldn't help but feel...

He stroked it a few more times, but Moji, the little gangster, actually trembled all over his body several times. He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. Seeing that you bullied me today, now I'm here to tease you too, so he stroked him back and forth,

Moji was so happy that he was trembling all over, and he didn't even bother to say anything. He gently moved the golden cudgel up and down, and thought: Why didn't the little gangster say anything now? He couldn't have fallen asleep, right?

?Then what does it mean to touch it?

"Little gangster, are you asleep?" Pan Hechen asked in a low voice.

Moji was feeling so happy that he didn't know what year or month he was, when he heard her voice that was like the sound of nature, he quickly smiled and said: "Good sister, I can't sleep."

"What is this iron pestle-like thing on your body?" She wanted to know that thing now, and after speaking, she even grabbed Moji with a little more force.

"Oh, you said he is my little brother." Moji's evil face showed a hint of cunning, and he began to slowly guide her to the point.

The blame is that Pan Hechen is an unworldly girl and lacks too much knowledge about male and female sex, otherwise she would not have fallen into the trap of this little gangster Mo Ji.

"Hehe, what kind of little brother is this of yours?" She thought Moji was cheating on her again, and she felt a little dissatisfied. She couldn't help but jerk Moji to the end, touching his two balls.

After squeezing it, the soft bag contained two balls as thick as walnuts. I thought to myself: This little gangster has so many strange and weird things hidden in his body.

Moji felt completely comfortable now. This was a full set of handjobs. This little girl held less than half of her lips in her mouth and sucked hard. A pair of thieving hands began to slowly untie her.

The only button on her body was a layer of clothing.

Within hours, she had mastered such a sophisticated technique. Her future prospects are truly limitless!!!
Chapter completed!